Archive for September 29th, 2009

So I am up right now thinking about my dog, Max.  I had to leave him at the vet tonight.  He has something potentially serious happening with him and if he doesn’t improve by tomorrow, then he’s facing surgery.  And that’s not good.

So you might be wondering what is wrong with him?  Well, I noticed that he was acting funny Sunday night.  He was very lethargic and didn’t want to eat.  I thought it was odd, because Max is an eating machine, but I left it alone.  But last night was the same thing.  And I took him to an emergency pet clinic.  They took some x-rays and ran some tests, but nothing was conclusive.  All this wrapped up at 2am.

This morning he seemed to be doing better, but I called his regular vet anyway and gave him a head’s up on what was going on.  He asked if Max had vomited, which he had, and if he did anymore to bring him in.  When I got in from work today, I saw that he wasn’t holding anything down.  So off to the vet we went.

More x-rays.  More tests.  And the doc sees that he is constipated.  Which wouldn’t be a big deal except he couldn’t explain why.  Not to get too graphic or anything, but the doc decides to give Max an enema to try to get his bowels going.  Well, it kind of worked.  It worked well enough to see what he had inside him.  The doc removed cloth.  To be more exact, cloth from a towel.  And then of course it all starts to come together.  I found a ripped up towel in the backyard Saturday night.  The towel I use to dry them after I give them a bath.  I didn’t realize he ate any of it.  And it’s my fault because I left the towel within his reach.  Way to go, Dave.

I got Max as a puppy.  And back in the day he had a tendency to run off with my girlfriend’s panties and eat them.  No joke.  And I thought he had grown out of it.  He is 10 years old now and  I just haven’t worried about anything like this for a long time.  But I blame myself for dropping the ball.

So, here I am.  Unable to sleep.  Wide awake thinking about my buddy, Max.  We’ll see what the doc says tomorrow.  I’ll keep my fingers crossed for good news.  I know he is just a dog.  But if you feel like saying a little prayer, or just want to send some good vibes his way, please feel free.

-Dave Q.

By the way, Max was the only good thing to come out of a relationship with an ex girlfriend.  Well, that and a John Smoltz autographed baseball.  He’s my boy.  And I want him to be ok.

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  • I think a good novel would be where a bunch of men on a ship are looking for a whale. They look and look, but you know what? They never find him. And you know why they never find him? It doesn't say. The book leaves it up to you, the reader, to decide. Then, at the very end, there's a page that you can lick and it tastes like Kool-Aid.